Staring at the glass, 

im pushing buttons so damn fast,

the messages are confusing,

and why I am a losing my place.

The energy is clear,

This light won't disappear,

 It just fades to black.

Making stores inside out,

no words are spoke with your mouth, 

and in time only my fingers,

will tell my story.

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I don't use the phone much anymore - I have the finger whizz thing bad :D